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AMY SMITH LINTON

To What Did My Wondering Eye Appear?*

1/5/2016

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To celebrate both the turn of the season and my own return to full ambulatory powers –– she walks![Let us pause for a moment while the saga of the putrid toe remains untold.]

Phew. Even when a thing is remarkably astonishing and revolting, it does not always need to be told in full. 

Now, back to the celebration...

A beautiful day at the start of the new year, my husband and I taking a walk before breakfast in the park that recently opened its gates. It's not a "park" park, but a buffer zone for wildlife, separating coastal mangrove wetlands from the recently sprouted Homes from the $200's. There's a signboard, dirt parking, and a sandy path in the watery space between the Homes's PVC privacy fence and the big wide open. 

When it's warm, the mosquitoes and gnats will pretty nearly carry a human away.  Even when it's cool, bugs lurk in the lee. A cool and breezy day, like this celebratory first hike of 2016, is ideal.
White Pelicans
Among the birds we spot right away are white pelicans all goofy and lovely, plus egrets, wood-storks, white ibis, a grumpy blue heron, a Cooper's hawk, a tough-looking shrike, an osprey, and more. Like this bald eagle, which was scrunched down in the nest, just at the end of my telephoto's range
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And though there's a long list of wild Florida wildlife we didn't see, we did find evidence of what happens in these parts while we aren't looking. 
After about three-quarters of a mile, the path ends and we are both ready for breakfast, so we retrace out steps, the rich, muddy-smelling air buffeting us as we go.

And the silly white pelicans –– so skittish they must have been mistaken for ducks by some hunter in 2015 –– spook again and flap noisily past. 
White Pelicans


​*That quote would continue something like "...a miniature sled and eight tiny reindeer," as I am not quite over the hump of Christmas. And it's not an exact quote, but my inner pedant will have her way from time to time. 
4 Comments
George A
1/5/2016 10:40:08 am

Thanks for the stroll in the park. A balmy 13 degrees here this morning. Hope the toe issue is in full recovery mode and rapidly fading in the rear view mirror.

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Amy
1/13/2016 04:17:06 pm

Thanks George --
I am a baby for mentioning it, though a toe does have a remarkable hold on one's mood when it goes bad. Glad you enjoyed the stroll. Me too!

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Jana
1/5/2016 04:38:14 pm

I enjoyed your walk

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Amy
1/13/2016 04:17:28 pm

Thanks Jana!

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